Top Hinata

Top

written by someonestolemyshoes on ao3

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"Kageyamaaa."

That's how it starts – Hinata, drowning in one of Kageyama's hoodies, stretched over the bed with his hands over his eyes and his mouth open in one long, petulant kind of whine – and Kageyama should have known then, really, that something about tonight was going to be different.

"Kageyamaaa," Hinata says, and he rolls round to his stomach, props himself on his elbows and stares with his most scary, serious expression. "I want to have sex."

It's not all that shocking because they have had sex before – multiple times, but Kageyama isn't really keeping count of the exact number – but what is a little surprising, throws him a little off balance, is that Hinata never really asks about it. It just...happens, sometimes, when Hinata stays over or when they're that last two people in the locker room or when they're walking home and the streets are dead enough for them, if they're quiet enough and desperate enough, to get away with it.

Kageyama just blinks for a minute, flits his eyes over Hinata's face and tries to work out why the hell he's looking so serious, so determined.

"What," he says, and Hinata must realise it was intended as a question because he sits all the way up, puffs his cheeks and folds his arms over his chest.

"Sex," he says, "you know, sex, like when we-"

"I know what sex means, idiot." He does know, and he knows that Hinata knows he knows because how could he not, after the last few months, but he can't stop the heat that floods his cheeks because he doesn't want Hinata to think he's more stupid than he actually is.

"So? Can we?"

"What's the catch?" It's Hinata's turn to blaze, cheeks flushing red enough to glow beneath the ceiling light.

Hinata mumbles something, then, too low and hidden in breath for Kageyama to hear it and he stalks a few steps closer, bends down and pinches the tip of Hinata's nose.

"Speak up," he says, tries to ignore the weird fluttery feeling swelling his chest when Hinata crosses his eyes to stare, affronted, at Kageyama's fingers.

"I said," Hinata swats Kageyama's hand away from his face and pushes his hands down between his thighs, "I want to top this time."

"Okay."

Hinata's eyes light up like nothing Kageyama's ever seen and honestly, he's a little curious as to why he's so excited because it won't be the first time he's been on top and Kageyama tells him so, breathes it into the skin below his ear as he mouths at him and then Hinata's pulling away, standing and waving his hands in front of him and Kageyama digs his brows all the way down in a frown.

"I don't mean like that, Bakayama!" Kageyama keeps staring, pulls his brows lower and reaches out, curls his fingers around Hinata's hip and tugs him to stand between his legs. Hinata braces his hands on Kageyama's shoulders and huffs, and Kageyama can see the way he's rolling his tongue in his mouth, trying to find the right words.

"I mean," he says after a while, voice a little soft because Kageyama's spent his thinking time sucking bruises into the skin at his collar, "I mean I want to put it in, this time."

Kageyama peels himself back and skids over the mattress, eyes wide and mouth gaping. It's not that he's never considered it – he has, multiple times, with an empty bed and wandering hands – and it's not that he doesn't want to try it because he does, he does a lot, but now that the idea is open and out there and a very, very real possibility, he isn't so sure he's ready.